Brent just might be the greatest photo bomber of all time.
Take that, Kanye.
Saturday, 23 October 2010
Sunday, 17 October 2010
Brent's World Record
When Super NES was king of the gaming world, Brent was a Master.
Nintendo Power Magazine once had a contest for the race level of DK3.
Brent beat the fastest published time by 4 seconds.
But he never sent in the photo, and the world will sadly never know of his achievement.
Thursday, 14 October 2010
The Red Hoodie
Brent has a Red Hoodie that, though he swears he's only had for 3 years, but which I swear is at least as old as he is. I can't actually remember him ever wearing anything else. Except for boxers, but that's another story. Seriously, all of my memories of Brent are superimposed with that stinking hoodie.
One day he ripped it and he was extremely sad. I've only seen Brent cry twice in my life. Once when Cory squeezed an orange peel into his eye, and then when his hoodie ripped. Okay, maybe he wasn't actually crying (is it possible that his tears cure cancer?), but he was quite distraught.
I think he still has the hoodie somewhere. Actually, I think I know precisely where it is. (I am not a stalker...his wife just told me.) And he still wears it, proud of the battle scar (it tore in my garage), but I still think he'd prefer if it had never torn in the first place.
PS - Even though it's the only thing he ever wears, it's actually challenging to find a picture of him wearing it. The first one I found was on page 5 of his facebook pictures.
Playing Catch
On July 4th, 2003, Brent and I played catch with baseballs.
It was awesome.
I don't know what to add, except he has a wicked slider.
Riding on a Bus for the First Time
One fine day, Brent and I decided to go see a film at Movies 8. I don't actually know if Anchorman counts as a "film" because it transcends the art of film. Anyway, we wanted to go there. And of course, we didn't have cars. So Brent decided to instantly become a genius at public transportation. You have to understand where we were coming from. Public transportation in our small hometown was pretty much limited to hitchhiking with meth heads.
Brent downloaded the UTA bus schedule to his Brain à la Sam Witwicky after he touches the piece of the allspark that got left in his purse.
I thought we were in a different city it felt like we were on the bus for so long. But we were actually just a few blocks away. Seriously. I could throw a football to Movies 8 from where we lived. But the dang bus took a crazy route that went through the ghettos of the town. We're talking west of 500W. One time I got a cup of sunflower seeds thrown at me west of 500W.
Since Brent had memorized pre-Googlemaps (we're talkin' super grainy illegal Russian satellite hackin', people!) satellite imagery of the valley, he understood every swing the bus made. He had no fear of the toothless homeless guy who was telling us about the radio antenna that the Viet Cong put in his teeth back in the 80's (he was there for a really long time). And by the time we got to Movies 8 he knew exactly when to pull the rope to indicate to our busdriver that we wanted to "parar."
And that was the start of the craziest year ever.
Plus, he's a wizard!
Brent Hirz Fan Blog
So this is pretty much guaranteed to be the best blog ever made.
It shall contain the glorious doings of Brent Hirz.
Prepare to be amazed.
Doesn't he look just like Brad Pitt?
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